Honghuang Taihuang

Chapter 295 Twelve Ancestral Witches

"It doesn't matter to me whether there are two or three opponents, just come out."

Five fox tails appeared behind Taiwei, and the objects they carried shone brightly at this moment. Taiwei's own aura also increased several times over.

A loud shout rang out, and Gonggong, the Ancestral Witch, blasted away the Azure Dragon incarnation and appeared beside Zhujiuyin. Taiwei caught the Azure Dragon incarnation with a fox tail behind him. Looking at the three Ancestral Witches opposite him whose auras were in harmony, the Taiyin Heavenly Blade in his palm showed wisps of azure frost.

"Such a strong opponent, let me handle it." A fierce voice rang out, and an endless cloud of fire descended from the sky. Amidst the raging flames, Zhu Rong, the Ancestral Witch with red hair and golden armor, wielding the Heavenly Fire God Whip, appeared behind Taiwei.

The intense heat emanating from Zhurong, like the blazing sun, made Taiwei frown. A surge of icy coldness emanated from his body, freezing all the flames that were spreading behind him.

Thunder and lightning exploded, azure lightning and dark red electric sparks intertwined and burst forth. Two bolts of lightning struck Taiwei's side, and the tall, bare-chested Qiangliang Ancestral Witch and the slender, red-haired, blood-red Xizi appeared at the same time. The lightning sparks containing the might of heaven tore apart the cold tide on Taiwei's body.

On the other side of Taiwei, six powerful auras descended simultaneously. Amidst the surging aura of the Heavenly Gods and Demons, the six Ancestral Witches, resembling demon gods, appeared together. The silver-haired, white-robed Ancestral Witch Dijiang, holding the Zhichi Staff, coldly stared at Taiwei. The surrounding space constantly twisted and changed, transforming into a violent spatial torrent.

Clad in green robes and with black hair, the Ancestral Witch Jumang, holding a brown fruit in his hand, frowned as he looked at Taiwei. Countless vines and leaves spread out from the fruit in his hand, evolving into a lush forest.

Clad in golden armor and wearing an iron mask, the Ancestral Witch Ru Shou let out a cold snort. The metallic sound stirred up the boundless Geng and Xin metal energy between heaven and earth, transforming the sky and the earth into a white-gold color.

Dressed in a yellow palace gown, the dignified and graceful Ancestral Witch Houtu looked at Taiwei and sighed. Countless crystalline golden sands shimmered and flickered around her, like a dazzling, boundless sea of ​​stars.

Amidst the raging winds and churning clouds, the Ancestral Witch Tianwu, clad in a long white robe and with flowing black hair, appeared above Taiwei. The extremely violent gales howled and roared, and the sky seemed to shatter and crack, with countless void cracks covering tens of millions of miles of sky like a spider web.

Finally, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning descended all at once. The auras of the four ancestral witches—Tianwu, Xuanming, Qiangliang, and Xizi—merged together, and the ancestral witch Shebishi, representing the celestial phenomena, emerged from the earth.

Wind, rain, thunder, lightning, light, darkness, and all celestial phenomena surrounded and thronged around this ancestral witch. A pair of cold and desolate eyes, like the Dao of Heaven, looked at Taiwei. This ancestral witch spread its five fingers, and a great power that made Taiwei's heart tremble was accumulating and surging.

"All twelve Ancestral Witches have appeared. Should I be glad? This should be the first time since the birth of the Divine Witch Great World that someone has been able to provoke the twelve Ancestral Witches to join forces."

"But you've arrived too late."

Taiwei looked at the twelve Ancestral Witches who had all descended in an instant, without the slightest worry on his face. Nine silver fox tails appeared at the same time, along with the Taiyin Heavenly Blade, the Xuanwang Iron Halberd, the White Dragon Great Axe, the Tianxu Incarnation, and the Azure Dragon Incarnation. The five objects that carried them all were revealed at the same time.

One lunar phase after another appeared around Taiwei. In an instant, an overwhelming torrent of divine powers crashed down on Taiwei. The twelve ancestral witches showed no intention of holding back. As soon as they appeared, they joined forces to unleash their strongest divine powers, tearing apart all the lunar phases around Taiwei.

Geng metal, giant trees, floods, raging flames, mountains, gales, ice and snow, thunder, lightning, celestial phenomena, time, and space.

The combined full force of the twelve Primordial True Saints was something that no one in either the Divine Witch Great World or the Primordial Great World could withstand head-on, unless the opponent used the fully unsealed Taixu Supreme Treasure, which Taiwei naturally could not handle either.

However, from beginning to end, Taiwei never thought of defeating all the Ancestral Witches on his own, as he was not the only chosen one of the demon race.

The raging torrent of primordial energy shattered the void where Taiwei was located. The rampaging time and space even erased all the Great Dao order in the sky where Taiwei was located, turning this place into a true void.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were confident that no one could withstand their combined attack. Looking at the sky, which had turned into a pure white hell, a smile appeared on their faces.

"It's a pity you were too late. If you had been earlier, the destiny of the demon race's rise might have already come to an end."

A weathered voice echoed in the pure white sky. A sudden, overwhelming force annihilated all the chaotic spiritual energy raging in the sky. In the empty white void, seven figures, their bodies radiating demonic energy and their aura burning like flames, surrounded the smiling Taiwei. The Twelve Ancestral Witches' expressions changed drastically.

The combined aura of the eight top-tier powerful beings caused a surge of demonic energy to spread throughout the entire Divine Witch Great World in an instant, under the influence of the Demon Clan's destiny.

At this moment, the myriad races that had been enslaved for hundreds of millions of years in the Great World of Gods and Witches trembled. The various supernatural powers evolved from the Twelve Ancestral Witches had just been blocked by these seven people working together.

The azure blue Kun whale unleashed its mighty power. The Kunpeng, dressed in black robes with graying temples, looked at the twelve Ancestral Witches around him and chuckled, "What a grand spectacle! I've never seen a scene like this in the entire Primordial World, with all twelve Primordial True Saints attacking at once."

"Blessed by Heaven and favored by the Way of Heaven, it is only a pity that his cruel nature makes it difficult for him to last long. It is only right that he suffers this calamity."

A bright yellow Taoist robe fluttered in the wind. The Qiankun Taoist, with his wide sleeves, flicked his Qiankun Ruler and reversed a burst of flames that was rushing towards him. Looking at the Zhurong Ancestral Witch with a ferocious smile, the Qiankun Taoist shook his head. Behind him, a scroll containing all things in the universe and depicting the sun, moon, mountains and rivers slowly unfolded.

"He was ignorant of fate and unpopular; he deserved this fate."

Wearing a golden Taoist robe, the Azure Sky Taoist, with eyes devoid of joy or sorrow, held a sword in both hands. The ever-changing aura emanating from his body attracted Taiwei's frequent glances. This Xuanmen powerhouse's aura was extraordinary, pure yet complex, seemingly bearing some resemblance to the Great Dao that Taiwei primarily cultivated.

"They are, after all, twelve Primordial True Saints; we must not be careless."

The black and white Tai Chi diagram spun in the void. The Yin-Yang Taoist, clad in a Tai Chi robe, flicked his whisk, and three thousand silver threads cut and shattered the bolts of lightning that crashed down. With a flick of the whisk, which shone with brilliant silver light, the powerful Ancestral Witch Qiangliang, who was trying to charge forward, was sent flying by this Xuanmen master.

"The Great Dao of Time, the Great Dao of Space, the Great Dao of Celestial Phenomena, and the Dao of Earth—if these four were to appear in the Great Primordial World, they would probably already be the most top-tier Primordial True Saints."

Taiyi's indifferent gaze swept over Zhujiuyin, Dijiang, Shebishi, and Houtu. With just one glance, Taiyi could tell that these four were the leaders among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and that they were also the strongest among them.

Zhu Zhao silently observed the twelve Ancestral Witches around him. The sun wheel behind his head, surrounded by ten layers of continuous flames, radiated a vast and magnificent brilliance. In terms of cultivation and aura, Zhu Zhao, blessed by the origin of the sun, was the strongest among the people of the prehistoric world, possessing the cultivation of the late Taiyi realm.

"Brother Dao, we meet again." You Ying, dressed in a moon-white robe and with her black hair tied in a ponytail that cascaded down to her waist, smiled at Tai Wei behind her. When she turned around, her face had turned icy cold, and Qian Yue Lin, which was flashing with an eerie blood-red light, jingled. A chilling killing intent that was not released made everyone present feel cold.

"I told you, you're too late."

Taiwei stepped out from among the seven people, looked around at the twelve Ancestral Witches, and the smile on his face made the twelve Ancestral Witches look extremely ugly.

If it were just a Taiwei, it wouldn't be difficult for the Twelve Ancestral Witches to eliminate it. However, the aura of these seven newly appeared individuals is no weaker than that of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Even if they cannot defeat the Twelve Ancestral Witches, such strength is enough to cause the Twelve Ancestral Witches to suffer heavy casualties, which is unacceptable to the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

It wasn't that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were afraid of death, but rather that their plan, which had lasted for hundreds of millions of years, was not yet fully completed, and they couldn't just give up halfway. Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the four strongest—Zhu Jiuyin, Dijiang, Shebishi, and Houtu—stepped forward and looked at Taiwei on the other side.

"The demon race can rise, but all the demon races in the Divine Witch Great World can only exist in one continent. If you agree, we can give you any continent, and even abolish the oppression and slaughter of all races by the Witch race, as long as you guarantee that there will be no large-scale conflict between the Witch and the demon races within tens of millions of years."

Zhu Jiuyin looked at Taiwei and spoke. The moment his words fell, Taiwei's expression changed. Even in Taiwei's eyes, such a condition was almost impossible, but Zhu Jiuyin had offered it so easily.

Taiwei frowned as he looked at Zhujiuyin. The fact that such a condition was offered meant that it was nothing to the Wu Clan, and that their secret plans far exceeded this.

"Brother Dao, I have something to tell you." Youying appeared beside Taiwei at some point, and the blood-red moonlight silently merged into Taiwei's palm. As he felt the massive amount of information surfacing in his mind, Taiwei's expression changed drastically.

Youying's message instantly dispelled a large part of Taiwei's doubts about the Wu Clan, and also made Taiwei understand why the Wu Clan would offer such outrageous conditions. According to Youying's intelligence, if Taiwei agreed to Zhujiuyin's conditions, then the destiny of the Demon Clan's rise would inevitably fail.

"The Witch Clan's ambitions are too great; it's time for them to rein themselves in. The rise of the Demon Clan is the will of Heaven, and no one can stop it. A war concerning survival cannot be stopped for the sake of some small gains."

"So although the conditions you offered are very tempting, unfortunately, I refuse. I think my fellow Daoists will not agree either." Taiwei shook his head at Zhujiuyin, and his aura began to slowly erupt.

(End of this chapter)